Disclaimer: I don't own 'em yet, but I'm talking to a
person about hypercloneing............ What?!? It's
just a thought. Anyway, this is a take of the Arnold
Schwarzenegger flick called Junior. It's a great
movie, a must see! NOW on with the fic!
Vegita had finally found the book he was looking for
in the library and had paused to flip through the
pages when he heard a slight noise. He raised his head
and listened. He didn't hear anything. He had started
to read a sentence when he heard it. There it was
again! He shut the books he had in his hands and
tucked them under his arms before going to investigate
He walked around several shelves before coming
across the librarian's desk where it seemed the sounds
were coming from. He could hear it more clearly now,
it sounded a lot like a baby crying. He took a few
steps forward and leaned over the desk trying to get a
better view, the crying becoming lot louder and a bit
more frantic. A small baby was lying on it's back,
"Hello? There's a baby here! There must be a
mother... Hello! There's a baby... Oh, fuck it. Just
my luck." No one was here.
He put his books down warily beside the crying
infant and reached gingerly under it's arms, picking
it up and holding it at arm's length.
A warm dribble of wetness trickled down from between
it's legs and splashed all over his boots.
"Oh shit!" He exclaimed, making a face. "Help!"
He started walking away from the desk, franticly
looking for somebody to take the little monster away
from him. The library was as empty as a tomb.
"Is anybody here?" He yelled at the top of his
lungs, and succeeded at making the baby start to wail
He continued to hold it at arm's length, while
making his way through the empty halls. What kind of a
person would do this to him? He hadn't done anything
to deserve this! So why couldn't he have just left the
brat where it was?
He passed a section of gray seats glancing over
them. He paused in mid-step and took a double take. In
every seat there was a crying, screaming, baby. A look
of horror crossed his face and his eyes rolled back in
his head. Then he started screaming too.
He sat up in bed, drenched in sweat. He looked
around wildly, heaving a sigh of relief when all he
saw was his bedroom. He must have passed out while
reading that book on genetic reproduction.
He glanced at his watch, wondering what time it was.
9:00?! Holy shit! He was supposed to be at the lab in
fifteen minutes! He tossed the rumpled covers off him
and scrambled for his clothes.
He flew over the campus taking care that no one saw
him, landing lightly behind the building that housed
the laboratories. He tugged his coat to make sure that
there were no wrinkles before straightening his tie
and entered the building. Just in time.
"Miscarriage prone female reproductive system reacts
on it's necessary instincts to reject foreign matter.
It identity’s the embryo as a unwanted foreign
substance and creates antibodies to fight it." Vegita
droned. The class of students followed him around his
lab while he was giving the lecture, jotting down
notes. From time to time, one would ask a question and
Vegita would answer it with a short, snapped
explanation. His morning classes were almost over,
thank god, and he could focus on the meeting where he
was going to request more funding for his research.
"From this equation comes the idea for the drug,
Expectain, which acts to neutralize the interfering
antibodies and promote the embryo attachment."
He paused in front of his test subject, a two year
old chimpanzee, while the group he was lecturing
gathered around him. His assistants helping the chimp
to sit on a chair while Vegita turned back to face the
"Minnie, here, had a history of miscarriages. We
tested the drug on her and now she is in her seventh
month of pregnancy. We used three CC's of Expectain,
three times a day..."
Goku walked rapidly towards his office, blowing on
his extra large cup of coffee. Damn, he was late. So
much for the coffee break. He took a quick drink from
the cup, a muffled yelp slipping from his lips as it
burned his tongue. He took a quick look at his watch.
11:53. He had seven minutes until his next
"Hi Pete!" He called out cheerfully at the janitor
as he passed him, heading up the stairs.
"Morning." Pete responded smiling as he pushed his
cart through another office door.
After walking up several flights of stairs, he
turned to the right and walking into his office.
Another Doctor almost bumped into him and he quickly
"Hey, Goku, it's your big day! Are you nervous?" he
"Are you kidding? Of course I am."
"It's not everyday you try to win the FDA's
approval. Good luck!"
"Thanks, Ted, I'm going to need it."
Ted continued to wherever he was headed and Goku
made his way into his waiting room.
"Doctor, Mrs. Parish is in room one," Goku's
secretary said, coming to walk next to him, showing
him her files. "For a second trimester sonogram, you
have a initial consultation with the Lanzerona's and
Miss Logain in in here for a final."
She pointed him to a door and handed the files to
"Okay, thank you." He said as he opened the door and
the secretary went back to her desk. A pregnant woman
sat on the examining table looking very glum.
"Oh, Doctor! I feel like I'm going to explode." she
said in relief as he came in.
"I'll see what I can do for the pain, would you like
some aspirin?" He asked, shutting the door.
Vegita looked over the readings for Minnie, and
remarked to his assistant that it would be only one
more month before her term was over.
"Doctor, is there anything else I can do?"
"Yes, we're going to need new blood and urine
"Blood and urine samples, got it." She said
sarcastically. "Good luck with the FDA."
"Luck is for the ill-prepared." He shrugged out of
his lab coat and into his business suit's jacket
making a beeline for the exit.
'That idiot is making a fool of our project!'
Thought Vegita, furiously. 'KAKAROTT could give a
better presentation than THIS! I just know we're not
going to get the grant.'
The head administrator for the collage's board of
trustees was standing up beside him, reading
lifelessly from a script that he had written in
advance. It was so boring, HE was going to fall
"Thank you, I think that's all that we'll need to
hear. We'll reconvene later with the results." She
shuffled her papers together and inserted them into
her briefcase, deftly closing the lid and standing up.
The rest of the board put their notes into their own
briefcases and stood to leave as well.